Took advantage of a lull in the week’s activities to dig out the hated ironing board and get to work on the ironing – oh joy and rapture. Switched on the Olympics to keep me company.
Happened to be halfway through the Women’s coxless pairs, so I was just in time to see the girls race home first to a gold medal.
Now I am British. We all know that we British Do Not Show Our Feelings. It’s only foreigners who do that |-| Good heavens! All this kissing and hugging that goes on these days – shocking stuff 8| Where’s our Dunkirk spirit??? We’d never have got our boys home if we’d spent our time sniffling and hugging and …
… hang on a min. They’re all singing the National Anthem.
… sure I’ve got a box of tissues somewhere here …
To crown it all, my sister came to visit yesterday.
‘And what did you think of my goddaughter winning gold?’ she said.
She’d been in the WRNS with Mary Stanning, Heather’s Mum!
Wot next! :.